I was playing a wedding gig at a venue in downtown Stillwater, Minn., that was new to me. Upon arrival I made a few unsuccessful passes along the main drag, hoping to secure one of those few coveted parking spots in the front of the building. No success. Stillwater isn’t one of those towns where you can ignore the parking rules, even for a few moments. As I crawled along at five miles per hour, trying to avoid cars and pedestrians, I decided to move on to plan B.